Last Sunday
I held you between my knees -
all freshly changed and milky.
Your butterfly eyes
flitted about the room,
while I sipped the sweetness
of your chubby face
burbling
before me.
Suddenly
those restless eyes
locked
onto mine,
and in a twinkling,
my eager smile was rewarded
with one of yours -
the first solely for me.
Dearest child,
The miracle of that smile
will linger long in my remembrance.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-smile/
